Take This Man

by Neil S. Plakcy

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  Tony took my hand and dragged me to the bathroom. The shower was large enough for both of us, and seeing it filled my head with kinky ideas. He turned on the water and felt it with his hand.

  “It’s cold, wait a few minutes.” I was still giddy with the afterglow, and dripping with jizz down to my knees. Tony noticed and laughed. “Damn, baby, I filled you up good.”

  “It was amazing, Tony.”

  He leaned in for a kiss and my heart burst. It felt like we had turned back the clock. His huge smile reminded me of the night we met. At a friend’s party, I spotted him from across the room and the world stopped. Two hours later, I had him in my bed, and swore I would never, ever let him go.

  I watched him take off his clothes. His body was a little thicker in the middle, but he still took my breath away. Tony is covered in thick muscle and a nice layer of body fat, wrapped up in bronzed skin that’s hairy in all the right places. I squeezed his pecs; they filled my hands with hunky goodness.

  “I’m going on a diet and joining a gym.”

  “Nonsense, you’re my big teddy bear.”

  “Well, this big teddy bear needs to lose about twenty pounds.” He pulled me into warm spray and rubbed shower gel all over me. “You’re still so slender, how do you do it?”

  “I masturbate a lot.” Tony laughed and slapped my ass. “Yes, more of that, lots more.”

  “What have you been reading? Don’t tell me you’re into the BDSM scene.”

  “A little spanking never hurt anyone, but I don’t want you to tie me up or pull my hair when I’m sucking your dick. Ew.” I poured soap on my hands and grabbed Tony’s cock, turning it frothy. “Let me wash you clean so I can make you dirty again.”

  “Me, too.” Tony soaped my asscrack, and slid a finger inside. I leaned over and bit his nipple. “Ouch, naughty boy.” He buried his face in my neck. “I adore you.”

  “All this attention is making me dizzy.”

  “Get used to it. I feel twenty years younger; hell, my cock is hard again already.”

  “Who needs Viagra?”

  “Not when I have a hot blond like you around. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, baby. Forgive me?”

  “Fuck me about five more times and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

  “I need it next. You ready for my ass?”

  I shut off the water and grabbed a towel. “Race you to the bed.” We were still dripping while we kissed. “You said you were going to lick me all over.”

  “And I meant it. But I want to start here.” He pinched my butt. “Can you get up on your hands and knees for me?”

  I almost had an orgasm right then. Tony knows getting rimmed is my personal favorite kink. My legs were quivering with excitement while I got into position. He spread me open, and teased my pucker with his tongue. I shoved a wad of sheet into my mouth to keep from screaming.

  “Mmm, so good. You like that?”

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I mumbled around the wet fabric.

  His tongue went deeper, darting in and out like a small velvet penis. He stopped, and sucked my balls while he massaged my taint with his thumbs.

  “This is turning me on so much, I’m not going to make it.”

  I flipped over on my back. “Fuck me instead.”

  “It’s your turn to fuck me, remember?”

  “Where do you want it?”

  Tony glanced around the room and grinned. “You know how you always wanted to do it in public, but I refused?”

  “You want to go somewhere else?” Tony nodded. “Wow.”

  He kissed my nipples, then licked the tip of my dick. “Let’s put some clothes on and take a stroll. Bring the lube.”

  We both put on pants and a shirt. I went barefoot; he had loafers on, no socks. We meandered around the hotel until we found an empty conference room.

  “How about here?”

  “Yeah, this is perfect. Fuck me on the table.” I locked the door, but the chance of being caught was still there, and it caused us both to giggle like schoolboys. “Let’s get naked.”

  We stripped, still laughing and blushing, both of our cocks ready to combust. Tony climbed on the table and pulled his legs back. He was spread open and vulnerable, panting with lust, his cock dripping onto his hairy stomach.

  “I could come just from looking at you.”

  “Don’t you dare. I want you inside. Get in here, fuck this ass.” I rubbed lube into his hole and sucked his nipples while I teased a finger inside. “Mmm, fuck yeah, go in deep.”

  “I forgot how tight you are, it’s been, what, five years?”

  “Who cares how long it’s been, fuck me.” His voice was raspy and tight. I bit his nipple and he growled.

  “My sexy grizzly bear is back. Fuck, I missed you. Growl for me some more.” I added another finger and pushed deeper. He sucked in a breath. “There it is, your magic spot.”

  “Uhn. Holy shit, I think my cherry grew back. Damn.”

  “Shhh, relax, don’t clench.” I curled my fingers and rubbed. “Better?”

  “I’m ready, give me your dick, stuff me.”

  “You’re so hard again, it’s amazing.”

  “I’ve never been so turned on, baby. Fuck me, quick, I want it.”

  I took my time as I slid my dick inside his tight ass. Enveloped in bliss, I felt all my heartache float away. Once I was buried deep, I leaned over and licked his tongue. It was like our first night together, all heat and raging hormones.

  “How’s my sweet virgin?”

  “In heaven. I love you, Braiden, with all my soul.”

  His thighs gripped me tightly while I languidly thrust. He begged me to go harder, but I kept the pace slow and silky, to drive him crazy. It had been so long since I’d had the chance.

  “What if some guy walked in right now?”

  I put one of his legs over my shoulder and kissed the inside of his knee. “He would probably jack off while he watched. That would be hot.”

  “Braiden, I forgot how much I love this.”

  “Baby, you’ve made me fall in love with you all over again.”

  This was the Tony I missed, the one who was unafraid to love me, the one who smiled while he got fucked. He grinned and rubbed his own chest. I put my hands on top of his, and pounded his ass.

  “You’re fucking the cum out of me.” Tony let out one more throaty growl, then cried out my name while he shot his load. “So good, so good, so good.”

  I knew he liked me to stop after he came, so I pulled out. “No, put it back, keep fucking me. I want you to come inside.”

  “Okay, baby, I want that, too.”

  Two more thrusts were all I needed. “Look at me, you’re so sexy when you come.”

  I rested my head against his leg, mouth open, breathless; I licked his warm skin and fell into euphoric release. It was the most fulfilling orgasm I had ever had in my life.

  “Tony, I love you so much, it scares me.”

  “Don’t be scared, baby. I love you, too. We can rebuild this, right?”

  “Yes, we can.” I tried to pull out, but he crossed his ankles behind my back.

  “Not yet. Can I just look at you? I want to memorize this moment. This is the day my life began again, I don’t want to forget one second.”

  “If a man could die of happiness, I would croak right now.” I kept my dick firmly wedged inside him while I licked the cum off his chest. “I missed the taste of you.”

  “Fuck, you’re making me hard again.”

  The door rattled.

  “Shit!” Tony hissed. I couldn’t help but giggle.

  “Get dressed, quick!” My semen gushed out of his ass and made a puddle on the table. “Whoops.”

  Tony laughed. “You filled me up good.”

  Someone knocked on the door. “Is anyone in there?”

  “Yes, just a minute, please.” I yanked on my clothes. The room smelled like sex, and we were both damp with sweat. I unlo
cked the door, and a young man with a name tag was standing just outside. “Sorry, we were thinking of holding a meeting here, and we needed to see if this conference room could fulfill our needs.” I tried to sound professional.

  The young man glanced back and forth between the two of us. “And did it?”

  “Hell yeah, and then some,” Tony said.

  “What room are you staying in?”

  “3067.”

  “I’ll be sure to send up some champagne and a fruit platter, compliments of the hotel.”

  Tony blushed. “We’ll clean up in here.”

  “No need, I’ll send housekeeping. Enjoy the rest of your stay.”

  “Thank you.”

  I gave the clerk a quick kiss on the cheek, which caused him to blush. When the elevator doors closed behind us, Tony and I burst out laughing.

  “Honest to fuck, that was the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me. You really surprised me, lover.”

  Tony grabbed my ass with both hands and stared into my eyes.

  “Let’s spend the rest of our lives surprising each other, Braiden.”

  “Sounds fantastic.” Tony dropped to his knees.

  “Marry me, Braiden.”

  “What?” My entire body spasmed in shock and awe.

  “Marry me. We’ll grow old together. What do you say?”

  “I say, abso-fucking-lutely.” I yanked him up by the front of his shirt and kissed him hard until the elevator doors opened. “Ready to get off?”

  “Hell yeah.” Tony pushed the button for the tenth floor and unzipped my pants.

  A RIVIERA WEDDING

  Neil Plakcy

  Aidan Greene lay back on the king-sized bed he shared with his partner, Liam, illuminated by a shaft of late afternoon sunlight. They had worked together at a job that morning, watching the trophy wife and small children of a Russian oligarch frolic on the pebbled beach at Nice. Since the wife was so shapely and attractive, and preferred to sun herself topless, the oligarch had specifically requested a pair of gay bodyguards.

  It had been a hot, sweaty morning. Because he was so muscular and physically imposing, Liam had been assigned the more visible role, lying on a towel beside the family, wearing only a pair of tight bikini briefs. Aidan, dressed in baggy shorts and an extra-large T-shirt, had sat back at a table along the Promenade des Anglais, with his gun in a quick-release holster at his waist.

  While Liam swam in the surf with the kids, then sunned beside the wife, Aidan kept a lookout for predators. By the time the family was ready to return to their hotel, he was drenched in sweat and irritated. Liam escorted the clients back to their room, and Aidan returned to their apartment to shower and relax.

  Now, naked, he sat back against the pillows and thought of Liam stepping out of the ocean with water cascading down his tanned, muscular arms, legs and chest. His two gold nipple rings glinted in the sunshine, and his hefty dick was outlined against white bikini briefs. It reminded Aidan of the first time he had seen his partner, years before, when Liam had been showering naked in the courtyard behind the Bar Mamounia in Tunis.

  Back then, Aidan had watched him with a combination of lust and despair. Such a handsome, sexy guy, with an air of confidence. Aidan, who was on the run from a bad relationship, couldn’t imagine having a chance with such a gorgeous man.

  But then, after a wild ride through the Sahara, he and Liam had fallen in love, and Aidan had joined him as a bodyguard. Now, years later, they lived and worked together in Nice.

  He reached down to touch his half-hard dick, running his index finger up its length, remembering how Liam had looked that morning, like a Greek god come to life. He closed his eyes and imagined Liam there beside him, how he’d turn to his partner and take one nipple ring between his teeth, and twist.

  Liam would shiver and reach for Aidan’s dick. Aidan stroked himself as he imagined that touch. He lay there in the shaft of sunlight gently fingering himself until his dick began to ooze precome.

  “Getting started without me?”

  Aidan opened his eyes to see Liam silhouetted in the doorway. His partner had an ability, cultivated by years as a U.S. Navy SEAL, to move quietly when he wanted to. It was almost creepy.

  “Well, at least I waited for you to get here.” He patted the bed beside him. Their little mixed-breed dog, Hayam, looked up from her place on the floor, then rested her head back down.

  “I should take a shower.”

  “No, you shouldn’t,” Aidan said. “I love the way you smell when you’ve been out at the beach.”

  “Well, if you insist.” Liam pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his narrow waist, awesome six-pack and beefy pecs. The gold nipple rings glinted dully in the light.

  Aidan never tired of watching his partner strip. In the five years they had been together, Liam had put on a bit of weight around his hips, and his biceps were not as iron-hard as they’d once been. But even if that amazing body were to fall apart, Aidan knew he would still love the man inside.

  Liam kicked off his leather sandals and stepped out of his baggy gray shorts. He usually wore a jockstrap, because he liked the way the cotton fabric cupped and protected his dick and balls, but that morning he’d skipped the jock in favor of the tiny bathing suit. As he skinned the white nylon down over his crotch, his half-hard dick popped out. He pushed the fabric down over his massive thighs and then let the suit fall to the floor.

  Grinning, he struck a bodybuilder pose beside the bed—because he knew how much it teased and excited Aidan. As he did, he bounced his dick up and down a couple of times to stiffen it.

  “Come here, you,” Aidan said, clambering over the bed until his mouth was level with Liam’s dick. Liam planted his legs firmly on the floor and Aidan reached out to cup Liam’s balls. Then he moved in closer and took the mushroom head of Liam’s beefy dick in his mouth.

  Liam was a shower, not a grower; his dick was pretty much the same girth and length hard or soft. And either way, Aidan loved to take it in his mouth. Nestling his nose against Liam’s pubic hair, he smelled the combination of sun, sand, salt water and tanning oil, along with their lavender soap and Liam’s own unique musk.

  Liam held his dick in one hand, and Aidan licked the fleshy pink mushroom cap. Then he stuck his tongue into the piss-slit as Liam jerked himself slowly, using Aidan’s saliva as a lubricant. Aidan focused on sucking the head while Liam stroked the shaft. With his other hand, Liam leaned down and slapped Aidan’s butt.

  Aidan’s body jerked but he kept on sucking. Liam spanked him, first one cheek then the other, and Aidan rubbed his stiff dick against the bed beneath him. He squirmed and writhed as the heat built up on his asscheeks and in his dick. His pulse accelerated as he felt Liam responding.

  He closed his eyes and whimpered as the orgasm built in his gut, and Liam’s body began to shake. Liam shot off in his mouth, one hand wrapped around his dick, the other on Aidan’s head, holding him down. Aidan came onto the comforter, then stayed in place for a moment, savoring the feeling of Liam’s dick in his mouth along with the exquisite pain of his sensitive dick against the cloth beneath him.

  Liam took a deep breath and released his hold on Aidan, then stepped back. Aidan rolled onto his back, revealing the sticky mess beneath him. “You sure know how to put the ‘come’ in ‘comforter,’” Liam said, laughing. “Now come on, let’s get in the shower. We can’t be late for this wedding.”

  “Not if we’re the best men. You start the water, and I’ll throw the comforter in the wash.”

  As Liam walked out of the bedroom, Aidan thought he detected more than the usual swagger in the sway of his partner’s ass, and as much as he enjoyed seeing that ass naked, he was looking forward to seeing it encased in the handsome black tux he’d picked up the day before.

  By the time he got to the bathroom Liam was already in the shower, and Aidan opened the glass door and stepped in beside him. It was a tight fit; Liam was six-four, Aidan a couple of inches shorter. Liam had always been
brawny, and under his tutelage Aidan’s muscles had grown as well. But the close quarters just made the maneuvering more fun, at least in Aidan’s opinion.

  Liam had already soaped himself up, and he pulled Aidan close, wrapping his arms around Aidan’s back and leaning in for a deep kiss. They rubbed their bodies together, the lather transferring between them.

  Aidan raised his arms over his head, and Liam rubbed soap into his pits, then lathered up his dick and balls. Aidan turned his back and bent forward a bit, and Liam inserted a soapy finger into Aidan’s ass. He sighed with pleasure as Liam wiggled his finger around inside. “Gotta get you all cleaned up for your tuxedo,” he said into Aidan’s ear.

  “Unless the tux has assless chaps with it, I don’t think anyone else will know,” Aidan said.

  “I will,” Liam said, leaning down to nibble at Aidan’s earlobe.

  Aidan turned back to face him, and they rinsed off in the shower spray. With his former partner, a bossy attorney he’d lived with in Philadelphia for ten years, Aidan could never have had so much fun in the shower. Blake wasn’t a very sexual guy, and their encounters had been limited to mutual hand jobs and the occasional sixty-nine, always in their bed. With Liam, Aidan’s sexual repertoire had expanded, and after five years living and working together, he still had an appetite for Liam’s body that surpassed anything else he felt.

  Would that ever change? he wondered, as he and Liam dried themselves with heavy Turkish towels. Would the magnetic attraction he felt for his partner lessen, the frequency of their encounters diminish? Could he ever imagine finding Liam’s face, or the things he said, distasteful, the way he’d grown to dislike Blake in the years before Blake kicked him to the curb?

  He hoped not. But there was no time for that kind of speculation; there was a wedding to start.

  The wave of liberalization in feelings about gay people sweeping through the United States, from the demise of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell to the cracks in the Defense of Marriage Act, had mattered little to Aidan and Liam, in their former home in Tunisia and now in Nice. Liam had left the Navy under DADT, and had no interest in returning to active duty. And for the two of them as expats, there was little motivation to marry even if they could.